Regina's Story about the Three Skulls:

What do you make when you're thrown into a pottery with no experience in sculpting? Skulls, of course! I found skull cookie cutters on eBay and spent a few weeks making the damned things. Many skulls emerged from the clay, but only these three remain. They were meant for assemblage art, but I never got around to it and they calmly requested that I not donate them to charity like I did to many of their brothers. When I get to tidying, I often rid myself of much of my "work." This trio is looking for a purpose...

Nik's Story that came with Lost Cock:

When I was in summer camp I was pee shy. Our camp guy counselor whatever asked all of us before a long hike "If you have to go - go now!". I, being shy, tried to hold it, I'd just pee at midnight when everyone was a sleep, that was my plan.

If a painting lasts for too long around me, is about a year old or I somehow feel it's unloved I paint over it. This has happened to some paintings up to 17 times. I'm hoping one day in the future they X-ray one of them to find 16 terrible paintings underneath. It would be great, like the split horse from The Cell.